My that was great, an oldie
Took me back to when I was 4.
Rooms were damp, and mouldy,
The bathroom, the scullery floor.
Did as my mum and dad told me,
Not like the kids now, next-door.
Now as to this 21st century,
Certainly not like life was before,
But life is great, and I’ve plenty,
And find that nothing is a chore.
Albeit, I do things more gently,
Don’t rush about, not anymore.
Expressed myself succinctly.
Just now for me to you implore.
Keep on writing just as fervently,
Please, more and more encore!